August 21, 2015

Silas Gregory

Baby number four arrived safely one month and a day after our last post, and we have been busy loving on Mr. Silas Gregory ever since! I am hoping to post pictures on here soon. :)

February 22, 2015

Happy 5th Birthday, Ezra!

Has it really been five years already since our first baby was born? Ezra ended up with two parties this year, since the snowy weather we've been having made driving impossible. But being the social butterfly that God made him, he seems more than happy to host multiple gatherings. And Eva gets to have more cake, so a win-win situation for all!;) Ezra is such an encouragement to the family with his never ending enthusiasm for life and love for others. He is quick to get an item for a younger sibling without being asked or something out of reach for a much pregnant Momma. ;) We love to brag on him because we know all these are qualities are innate in him from the Lord and nothing of our doing! It has also been fun getting to have deeper conversations with him and to hear him share his little heart. We were encouraged by a friend the other day who's first born had just turned 18, and as she squeezed her very tall "baby" reminded us how quick these years go by. I am thankful for these reminders as it's easy for me to get caught up in the day to day busyness. Happy Birthday to our sweet baby!


Song for a Fifth Child
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton


Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue (Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due (Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue? (Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.